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Second gangbang try......... Second Try I started looking for ads that seemed to suggest a woman might be friendly to a solicitation for a gang bang. Most of the time there was no reply, or no thank you. Most who responded back tried to direct you to there web address. Still fakes and you could tell there were lot picture collectors. Since I had no pictures to send that was not an issue. I replied to one ad that seemed as fake as the others. Here is what I remember it saying. “Hot blond is being punished by her master and must fuck 10 men, two who must be black and 10 plus inches. It will be video taped and pictures will be taken” There was no picture in the ad and I figured it was fake like all the others but I still tried. Much to my surprise I got a reply and a couple of pictures. The face was scratched out, but showed was this exaggerated female with great legs and bust, well tanned. Her figure looked great, but I still refused to believe this was for real. I responded back and she sent her phone number. It was a Washington State phone number. This was California. She said her name was Mary. So I called her at the time she said to call. Again, like with Peggy I was very nervous and did not know quite how I was going to impress her with no credentials. But I sure was going to try. “Hello is this Mary?” “Who is calling please?” “Hi my name is Edward, I am calling about that ………..party you wanted?” “Oh sure, this is Mary, thank you so much for calling me” Now here is an awkward moment, where do you go from here? Right into the party specifics, do you small talk. Here are the two conversation crackers that break the ice and show you’re thoughtful to the lady. “Is this an OK time to talk or should I call later?” They normally say it is fine to talk. But it gives them control to say yes or no to you. They also like that you are being thoughtful to their current situation. Most every woman wants to be discreet about this. Then you ask “Have ever done anything like this before?” From whatever their response is you can build from there. With Mary and her fantastic scenario there was certainly much to talk about. Let’s face it; she said she had a Master that meant she was involved with S&M and or B&D. The big difference between the two is S&M involves the potential for pain and threshold exploration and B&D is basically bondage and mental/psychological control. But the two are often intertwined and every player has their own kinks, nooks and crannies. As we began to talk I began to sense a few things about Mary. She talked very nice and sweet on the phone. She talked intelligently and it turned out she was a high income woman with a six figure income. She had supported and gave houses to at least two ex-husbands. She had lived in Los Angeles before but had moved up to Washington to pursue her banking career. Let me summarize our conversation that day. Just like Peggy, she had quite a story to tell. She was going to fly down to LA and meet her on-line Master for the first time. He had gotten angry at her wanted to punish her. He required that she fuck 10 guys, two who had to be black and have at least 10 inch cocks .It was going to be video taped. We had access to all her holes and only needed condoms for penetration. You could cum in her face, mouth. I asked you ever met this guy?. No, she had not. I did not have a camera but she said there was another guy who said he did. She would send me his address. Unlike Peggy who was into BDSM in sort of an instinctive unformed sort of way, Mary had had several of those relationships with guys who were well practiced at their craft. She liked to be mentally dominated, spanking was encouraged. She wanted a specific scene, one she had fantised about. She wanted to start out the bang with her dressed up, but then all the guys would rip her cloths off, and force her to have sex with them. She had a safe word. For the novice that means in a BDSM context if things get too intense or painful you have a “Safety” word that signals you to either stop or inquire as to what the problem is. She wanted us to be forceful and take control of the situation. Another submissive woman who wanted a gang bang. That would be another trend I would notice as I did this more. I was simply amazed that this intelligent woman, high performing individual would give someone she had never physically met total control of herself. She was going to go along with that. I had offered to have her” Master” call me or email me. But he never followed up. One part of me sensed something was wrong about the whole situation. Mostly about her “Master”. He was having her organize the gang bang, not he. If he was a responsible dominate he would be taking control of the situation. Yet he was having her do all the work. It did not make sense me. But I did not voice my misgivings to Mary, it was exciting to contemplate her sexy scenario and I really wanted this GB to go off. We agreed that I would plan her GB. She would send me a few emails of guys she had already talked to and wanted them to come. I was naïve and we planned the bang at a Weston Hotel in Long Beach. A rather expensive place but Mary was a classy lady and it seemed appropriate thing to do. I had work to do. I had to recruit some guys, reserve a room. We planned to meet the night before the party so we could be on the same page for the next day. I asked if she needed a ride, and no the photographer would pick her up. Not her “Dom”? She said she doubted it. Again that made no sense to me. I put out an ad in Yahoo again for guys. I posted that it was a free membership for guys to join a gang bang club. I said we had a party lined up next Saturday with a hot blond. I must have gotten more then 20 replies the first day. But Mary true to form had sent me the “photographer “, whose name I cannot remember and Vic who had already contacted me via my GB membership ad. Warren, the hung black guy we were looking for. And Peter who sounded “interesting” to Mary. I made the guys reply back and less then half answered back. The next day I got 20 more replies, and I shifted through those. Those who could answer back were going to get picked. Vic, he was an interesting contact. He had replied to my ad as a “hung” Asian male who had lots of experience. If fact he offered to help plan this GB. Said he had lots of guys to choose from, and who were reliable. He warned me that guys from the internet were very unreliable. But I wanted to do this on my own, and I need to develop a stable of guys whom I could offer to any lady who wanted a GB. Little did I realize his words were prophetic. Mary and I communicated via email and phone calls over the next few days. I told her everything was fine. That we had more then 10 guys interested. I warned her not all would show up. The excitement was building. She was nervous and excited and so was I. She sounded for real; I had plenty of male candidates for the party. I was going to get drinks, condoms, munchies for the party. I would charge the guys $ 20 room share. The room was expensive, more then $ 220. But it seemed to me if all the guys showed up I could make a few bucks, at least not pay for myself and recoup the room money from the Peggy fiasco. Not that was very important, I was not into this for the money, and I was in it for the experience. I planned to meet Mary Friday night at a Hotel near the airport. At every point of her departure she let me know when she left and when she made it to town. We were becoming fast friends over this and it stuck me odd that her “Dom” was not much of a factor at this point. Mary told me her was very busy working and he would see her that night. Was he going to the GB I asked. She doubted it. He just wanted to see the tape afterwards. OK fine by me. The competitive male in me wanted him out of picture as far as could be. Friday came around; I could not wait to meet Mary. I was curious as could be as to what she really looked like. Plus after all our conversation I was turned on to what she purported to be. With butterflies in my stomach I got ready to leave my house and meet Mary in the city near the airport. It was about 8 pm on a Friday night. I reached the hotel and I remember being very excited to meet Mary. Everything was coming along…I had plenty of guys, the hotel reserved and was about to meet this lady with whom I had a vague idea of what she looked liked. I called her on a pay phone and she answered, “I’m here Edward, I be coming right down” “How will I know it’s you?” “Oh you will know its me, I will be wearing the leopard skin top” OK, if she said so. Like some famous scene from a movie, I will remember this image all my life. I positioned myself to watch both the elevators and the stairwell. She came down the stairwell. First I saw a pair of black high heels, legs encased in some black<b> spandex </font></b>sort of pants. It all seemed to slowly unfold before my eyes. Next came the leopard skin top with a pair of massive beautiful breasts. As my eyes traveled upwards from her feet to her face I met her eyes and saw her face for the first time. Big blond hair framed a beautiful face. She had blue eyes, open honest face and a smile that stole your reason. “ Hi Edward! I was stunned internally. I greeted her and gave her a hug. This lady was gorgeous! Stunning figure, lovely features. Very tanned and probably late 30’s or early 40’s. I had been denying Mary was going to look anything like her photo’s suggested. She was better looking then I could have imagined. She was high energy to. She was talkative, telling me the details of her trip, making me feel comfortable immediately. I was mesmerized, not only was she for real, but she was hot as hell. She suggested we go up to her room and we could talk more freely. It seemed like we hit it off and we chatting about this and that. I brought up her “Master” and she told me she had not heard from him since she got in. “So what is up with that” I asked. At this point my disgust with him was obvious. With any kind of BDSM relationship the “Top” or “Dom” or “Master” has a responsibility to his submissive counterpart to account for their safety. The submissive’s put themselves in tremendous positions of vulnerability. It is on their word and trust that the submissive relies on to make sure that what starts out as a consensual act between to adults does not end up as and brutality. Nobody is supposed to get hurt or harmed. This guy was putting Mary in harms way potentially. He did not check me out. He made her do all the work. I was pissed off, because Mary seemed to be a really nice lady. She did not deserve to have a piece of shit like him playing games with her. She even admitted that he was playing games with her. She doubted she was even going to see him. First we had started out sitting on the opposite beds, but on some pretext to show me something she sat next to me. Her looks, the smell of her perfume, the eye contact, the laughter. It all seemed be coming together. I was getting very aroused, and I was convinced that we were going to be having sex very shortly. Then she dropped a small bombshell. She said that she was still spotting and she hoped she would have no sign of her period tomorrow. That would put a damper on the party for sure. It should have put a damper on my ardor for her. But I was still getting a lot of verbal and mostly non-verbal signs that she was interested in me. She kept touching my arm, and leaving her hand on my thigh. We were moving closer together and I was thinking should I just kiss her now? Everything seemed just perfect to get a little nookie before the party tomorrow. We both got startled at a loud knocking at the door. I was like “Who the fuck is that? Mary opened the door and it was her “Dom”. He was a big guy going beefy. Seemed like a construction sort. He had curly brown hair, ruddy complexion. He gave me a look that said” get the fuck out of here”. We introduced ourselves, and he hardly looked at me. He seemed like he was angry, or had an angry sense about himself. The magic, the atmosphere that had built up between me and Mary was shattered. He was here and he clearly had no use for me to be there. Me and Mary said goodbye to each other and I said I would call her in the morning. Her Dom was impatient for me to be gone; I think we could both feel it. I said goodbye and left wondering at my bad luck. It seemed like I was 5 minutes from getting laid, or at least a blow job. Now I was back on the road wondering what was up. The way he acted, and the way Mary had talked about him and the doubts she had did not bode well for the Saturday gangbang. For a moment there I thought I had hit the jackpot. Now I was wondering things were really going to happen. The next day I got up early and went fishing. It was a summertime activity of mine and this was a good time to fish. I was in wonder mentally about the events of last night and the coming event this late afternoon. The party was going to start at 4pm and have two stages. First set was 10 guys, then after 2 hours another 7 guys were suppose to show. We did not want too many people there at once. Like the Peggy party I wondered if this was going to be a total bust. I wondered if I could get an erection in front of a bunch of guys. I am not a party type of person. Here I was hosting an 18 man gangbang and I only knew the lady briefly. I had talked to the guy who was going to film the party. I forget his name, but he was going to pick up Mary and drive her to the hotel. One guy Jose was going to bring the soft drinks and water. I was bringing the lubes, toys, condoms. Room was $20. I was expecting some no-shows. I caught a few decent sized fish, and a bunch of smaller perch. It was a good morning to soak one’s feet in the Pacific Ocean and watch the pretty women walk by, the surfers doing their thing and catching fish. Life was good and going to get better. When I got home and washed up I would call Mary to confirm the party. If she cancelled hey, I still went fishing. I would email the guys it was cancelled. Other then that the die was cast and the course was set. I was on my way to my very first gang bang! I got home, cleaned up and prepared to call Mary. I hope things had not changed but I had a funny feeling they could be. I was optimistic yet open to disappointment. I made that call. “Hello” “Hi Mary, Ed here how you doing “ “Just fine Ed” Her voice sounded slightly sad if I remember right. I did sense something was wrong and I feared she was going to cancel the party. “Did everything go fine with _______ last night?” I asked cautiously. “No Ed, we broke up last night. He was nothing like he said he was. He was a complete phony. I do not think he was not even the guy I was communicating with over internet as my on-line Dom.” I was stunned; this was not something I planned for. I did not think much of him, but if Mary was doing this gang bang for him she might not want to go through with it. Not that I blame her either. She flew down from Washington State to California to meet her on-line “Dom”. They argue, split up. She was doing this for him. By all accounts she is hurt emotionally, maybe mentally because she had trusted that nitwit and he betrayed her. “Wow that really sucks Mary; I hardly know what to say. I knew he didn’t act like a real Dom” I tried to strike a sympatric tone…I was sympatric but at the same time I had wanted this party to come off and now the odds were dropping on me. “I can understand if you do not want to go through with the party” “Oh Ed, I have to go though with it. So many people committed to it. Besides I want to this for myself not that prick.” My relief surged to excitement. Mary was good to go. She was like that though. She had a sense of commitment, obligation to go through with what she started. With victory at hand I asked her about what happened last night after I left. Allow me to summarize. Mary was an intelligent, attractive, professional woman who knew what kind of effect she had on men. She was kind hearted and generous to a fault at least to her ex-husbands. She made good money and spent it I assume. She told me her breasts cost a pretty penny but she had it done by one of the best in the business. I would find out later they were the best pair of fake tits I have ever beheld. But her submissive nature and preference for B&D style partners controlled a great deal of her personal life. Not S&M, she was not into pain. She like to be tied and mentally dominated and being told what to do. She liked the take control males who would tell her how to dress and how behave. It was all a fantasy game to her, but it turned her on and feed that part of her psyche that craved that expression of her inner most desires. She had had a number of on-line Dom’s. Some she had met and some she only played on-line with. The current guy had claimed to be a doctor, and then claimed only to be working in a doctor’s office. She felt that she had been passed off to another guy because the style of writing changed, as did the tone towards her. He never expected her to come down when he demanded she have a 10 man gangbang. I guess you could say she called his bluff. Mary was certain that he had a wife or girlfriend here and that is why he would not or could not communicate with her. He also claimed to have a 10 inch penis and she scoffed that he barely had an eight inch one. They did not quite have sex that night. But he did attempt to fist her ass…if he was successful I do not remember her saying. Then she said they argued, he told her she did not have to have the gang bang. But she decided that she would go through with it. They broke up, he left. She already had her ride set up. We talk about her opening fantasy. I would start out kissing her then all the guys would rush her and start to rip off her clothes, get her naked and have her suck all our cocks in a circle, her in the middle. Then after that we would throw her on the bed and just start having sex with her. That worked for me. She and the nameless video guy would get there early. She was going have some cut tear marks in her bra and panties/shirt to make it easier to rip off her body. We were going to meet at the Westin Hotel in Long Beach. It was a fairly expensive room, but if I got enough guys it would all pay for itself. I told her about the amount of guys expected, the two shifts of guys and that we will have some no-shows. With that we said goodbye and promised to see each other later that afternoon. TO BE CONTINUED |
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